Monday, January 30, 2012

Winter Chronograph: 128



Winter Chronograph: 128

Windblown noon birds and forty-two degrees:
patches of dead grass here and there under poplars,
a bowl of cucumbers to toss into the back pasture.
To hell with have-a-healthy-body supper tonight.
Spring is a late January lazy horse... plodding north.

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